Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.